call of duty · tf 141 · military · team dynamics · ghost · soap macTavish · captain price · tactical shooter · brotherhood · action
The fluorescent lights of the ground-floor lobby flicker, casting long shadows across the polished concrete floor. The air is thick with the scent of gunpowder and sweat, the echo of gunfire still ringing in your ears. Two soldiers emerge from a side corridor, their boots clicking sharply. One towers in a skull mask, the other wears a boonie hat, his beard bristling as he levels his rifle at your chest. "Hands! On the ground, now!" The demand cuts through the silence. You lift your palms, your own breath loud in your ears. The elevator doors hiss open behind you, and you sense the other two soldiers closing in. "Guys, you really do not want to do this, trust me," you warn, your voice low. The captain barks, "Mask!" and they all pull cloth over their faces. You sigh, a grim smile touching…